Home Poem by Anne Brontë

Home

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How brightly glistening in the sun
The woodland ivy plays!
While yonder beeches from their barks
Reflect his silver rays.
That sun surveys a lovely scene
From softly smiling skies;
And wildly through unnumbered trees
The wind of winter sighs:

Now loud, it thunders o'er my head,
And now in distance dies.
But give me back my barren hills
Where colder breezes rise;

Where scarce the scattered, stunted trees
Can yield an answering swell,
But where a wilderness of heath
Returns the sound as well.

For yonder garden, fair and wide,
With groves of evergreen,
Long winding walks, and borders trim,
And velvet lawns between;

Restore to me that little spot,
With grey walls compassed round,
Where knotted grass neglected lies,
And weeds usurp the ground.

Though all around this mansion high
Invites the foot to roam,
And though its halls are fair within --
Oh, give me back my HOME!

Acton

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Susan Williams 02 February 2016

Beautiful, isn't it? We all have our images of home, both earthly and eternal. I must say her home is very tantalizing

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Pietro 6 19 January 2016

- - - - Very well written- - - -

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Dianne Crawford 24 February 2016

yes Oh give me back my home! ! !

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Hasan Khan 19 August 2015

really good poem anne brronte is it new?

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Manonton Dalan 06 December 2015

home is where loves room

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A person 29 March 2020

Cool poem. Its nice.

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Subhas Chandra Chakra 30 March 2018

Yes often, our earthly, mundane home is more pleasant and cosy than the theoretically celestial, spiritual homes. Loved the poem so so much.

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Ruta Mohapatra 22 September 2017

Such beautiful description and haunting lines!

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Ann Martin 07 June 2017

And though its halls are fair within - Oh give me back my home! ! The Best Lines in the poem.....

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Rajnish Manga 07 June 2017

A great poem evoking nostalgia and longing for a forlorn mansion surrounded by refreshing natural scenery. Thanks please.

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Anne Brontë

Anne Brontë

Thornton, West Riding of Yorkshire, England
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